The Mask Cannot Hide You From Love

The mask is heavy this morning, isn't it? You walk into the room smiling, nodding, performing the part of someone who is fine, while inside you wonder if your absence would even register if you simply vanished tonight.

You fear you are invisible behind the performance. But the light does not read faces; it sees hearts.

There is a name written for you that no one else knows, a secret identity held in the palm of the One who sees through the disguise. You think you must be present to be missed, but the truth is you are already held so tightly that slipping away is impossible.

No one can snatch you from that grip. The mask may fool the crowd, but it cannot hide you from the Love that knows your name.